What if the lord is too popular

Mori Ogai's breathing gradually became heavy, and he stared at Yaoya with burning eyes:

"What do you want to do?"

Is there even a question?of course-

Yaozai smiled:

"So if Mr. Sen doesn't try it himself, how will he know that I'm not willing to bite?"

A blatant seduction should be paired with appropriate gestures, such as a yank on the other person's tie.

The man's slender body leaned forward, Yaozai raised his head, biting the adam's apple that had been restless since just now.

His movements are very light, more careful than a white rabbit eating carrots.However, the fangs are too sharp, and a little carelessness is enough to make the fragile human skin drip with blood.

"Um-"

The man's suppressed murmur passed by his ears, but Yaozai ignored it.Treating the wound is the first priority.

He stretched out his tongue to lick it, with a spirit of dedication, like tasting a fine nectar, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

For a vampire, what gift is more generous than a lover's blood?

No.

But there is one thing that must be solemnly stated—Yaozai didn't do it on purpose.

He's not that bad... no wonder.

Unexpectedly, Yaozai stopped the bleeding on his front foot, and the injured man rushed to the door aggressively on his back foot.

Mori Ogai squeezed his shoulder, with a half smile:

"Didn't you say you won't bite me on purpose?"

This unfounded accusation made Yaoza feel extremely wronged, frowning with a slightly nasal voice:

"I never said that."

The cunning criminals use all weapons well.

No one can resist the half-concealed youthfulness in the corners of his eyes and the dark red blood on his lips.

Not even the leader of Port Mafia.

Mori closed his eyes for a while, held the back of Yaoya's head and kissed him.

There was a faint smell of blood in the mouth, which belonged to Yoya Ubuyashiki and Mori Ogai.

It's theirs.

Mori Ogai is obviously a master at kissing, I don't know how many times they have kissed before they have a perfect understanding.

Yaozai thought endlessly, suddenly his tongue hurt, he had to open his half-closed eyes, and met the man's reproachful gaze.

[Are you in a daze? ]

Mori Ogai seemed to be saying.

Yaozai shivered and became fully awake.

You know, he didn't come here to enjoy this kind of intimate contact, but to wait for an opportunity to escape.

Where's the damn handcuff key?

Fortunately, he had observed quietly before, and there were three coats of Mori Ogai.

Black suit trousers are also a place to hide things.

Without further ado, Yaozai's right hand turned into an elk that strayed into the forest by mistake, sometimes reaching into the unfathomable windbreaker pocket, and sometimes groping behind the pants by hugging the man's narrow waist.

Got nothing.

Mori Ogai seemed to have no distractions, only chasing him with lips and tongues.

As time went by, it was unknown whether it was because the anesthetic was ineffective or the kiss was too long, Yaozai suffered from hypoxia and became dizzy.

He pushed Sen Ogai's strong chest, and was let go after a while.

"what happened?"

"My...hand hurts."

Yaozai acted coquettishly in a low voice, and raised his handcuffed left hand with bloodstains.

In this situation, Mori Ogai didn't feel very distressed, he took the time to look at him, with a smile in his eyes:

"You can't find something if you are impatient. Come, let me teach you."

thump—

Yaozai's heart sank, and ominous premonitions rushed out.

The man may have seen through his trap from the very beginning.

"First, you should take a look at my trench coat."

Mori Ogai followed the temptation, took Yaozai's right hand to search the two outer pockets, then took off the clothes and turned them inside out, revealing the same empty inner pockets.

"It seems that there is no windbreaker."

Mori Ogai smiled kindly at Yaoya and raised his hand.

pat—

The expensive dark green long windbreaker was discarded like shoes, stirring up dust all over the place.

Yoya pursed his lips, the current game is undoubtedly dominated by Mori Ogai.

Well, maybe?

Inside the trench coat was a ginger crewneck sweater with no pockets.

Mori Ogai clicked his lips regretfully, and took off neatly.

Accompanied by his large movements, the wind that leaked in from the gap in the window rolled up the corners of his clothes, and his clearly textured abdominal muscles were faintly visible.

Yaozai swallowed secretly, his cheeks were hot but he snorted.

The last one is the main event.

Mori Ogai repeats his old trick, guiding Yoya to unbutton his shirt with his right hand, one by one.

From his point of view, he could just see his lover's pink ears and licking his lips from time to time.Even though he fled in a hurry every time his eyes came into contact, Yaozai insisted on not shouting to stop.

Whether it's this stubbornness or the purity mixed with desire, people can't put it down, to the extent that they want to rectify the Fa on the spot.

Mori Ogai remained calm, his deep voice was as mellow as wine:

"Why are you ashamed? It's not like you haven't seen it."

Even touched, kissed, scratched.

The vague past distracted Mori Ogai.

"I'm not shy, you are nervous."

"What?" He was taken aback.

"It's not hot today, but you've been sweating all the time. If it's not nervous, what is it?"

Yoya's questioning was caught off guard, and Mori Ogai subconsciously bowed his head to ask for proof.

I saw two drops of sweat hanging on his delicate and well-proportioned collarbone, which were crystal clear, and the surrounding skin was dyed blush.

Was he really nervous and didn't know it?

No, this physical instinct is clearly—

"Ah, sorry I was wrong."

Before Mori Ogai could refute, Yaoya's thin body covered him, leaned close to his ear, and paused every word in a bewitching voice:

"You're not nervous, you're..."

[Think, want, me. ]

The wanton and bold words were like a thunderbolt, hitting Mori Ogai's heart hard.

thump-

Mori Ogai was thrown into his arms, his already hard parts rubbed against each other inadvertently, and finally swallowed the low moan rolling in his throat.

While he was lying on his back on the bed, there was a cruel crisp sound in the room.

bang-

An inescapable shackle.

Thanks to this, the ferocious beast above its head frowned and closed its eyes as if it had been pinned.

There was a wonderful smell of blood in the air.

"Are you all right?" the instigator asked distressedly, running his fingers through his lover's long silver hair.

After a while, Yasuya Yashiki opened his eyes, the tails of his eyes were red with tears, but his expression was ferocious:

"Say, where's the key?"

Seeing this, Mori Ogai rolled his wet Adam's apple, obviously wanting it very much, but pretended to be nonchalant, spreading his hands together:

"Huh? Did I say that I have the key with me?"

Yaozai was startled, but suddenly realized: "Are you kidding me?

As he spoke, he pressed Mori Ogai's restricted area in retaliation. Hearing the other party's suppressed moan, he said with a sullen expression on his face:

"Don't let me see you again, or I will be rude to you!"

Ubuyashiki Yoya's pale cheeks were always flushed with anger, like ripe apples on a branch, waiting for others to pick them.

This situation reminded Mori Ogai of the private message he received in the taxi, he smiled inappropriately, hugged Yaoya's slender waist, his voice was slightly hoarse:

"It's okay to drive me away, but are you sure you want others to see yourself like this?"

The man's aggressive gaze landed on the suspicious bulge on the hem of Yaoya's kimono, and he asked casually.

Yaoya found that Mori Ogai was far worse than he imagined, otherwise he wouldn't have put a pillow for him "intimately" and forced him to stay half-sitting.

This kind of perspective can easily see everything a man has done—everything done for him.

His imprisoned left hand was firmly grasping the bed board, and he didn't notice the sharp sawdust piercing his fingers. The index finger of his right hand was in his mouth, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

In order to avoid staring at Mori Ogai, Yoya had to turn his head to stare at the snow-white wall in vain.

Some scattered fragments flashed in my mind, a similar scene happened once upon a time.

With whom?when?

Mori Ogai obviously did not intend to let him go, and his hoarse and restrained voice shouted rhythmically:

"Yaozai." The upturned ending sounds like a sigh, and paused skillfully for a few seconds, "Yaozai Ubuyashiki, don't bite others, do you hear that?"

"..."

Mori Ogai was dissatisfied with his silence, his fingernails quickly scraped across the sensitive top like plucking strings.

Yaozai said "Oh", and reluctantly agreed:

"I know... I know, I know."

"very good."

If it is said that seduction can be turned into a real thing to attack, Yaozai would have been a dead body by now.

Finally, a whisper escaped from between his lips:

"Um-"

Fleeting, still being noticed by Mori Ogai.

The man's self-satisfied laughter was so sweet that it resonated in his chest.

It really sucks.

Who will tell him when it will end?

After a long time, Yaozai leaned back against the bed board exhausted and let out a long sigh.

tap tap —

Mori Ogai approached unhurriedly: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Yaozai raised his head and stared at him, the corners of his eyes were left with the residual redness of flower buds in full bloom, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.After a long while, the fingers of his left hand gently grabbed the hem of his windbreaker, begging hoarsely:

"key."

"Wait for me to come back."

Mori Ogai looked down at Yaoya's sweat-covered forehead, leaned into his ear and smiled jokingly:

"Now you want me, Mr. Ubayashiki."

"……go out."

The door slammed shut, Yaozai was angry and funny.

He is really a man who will get revenge. If you say "go and wash your hands", do you think he is blind?

Yaozai turned his head, looking out of the window from the handcuff on his left hand, behind the thin clouds, the sun peeped out...

After a while, Mori Ogai went and returned.

Except that the hem of the windbreaker is a little wet, there is nothing wrong with it.

Should we let him go now?

Yaozai thought indignantly.

At this moment-

A wisp of autumn wind carried a subtle stench towards Yaozai's nose, his face changed suddenly, and he reflexively looked at Mori Ogai who had just entered the door.

"What's wrong?" The leader of Mafia at the port quickly noticed the clue from his lover's expression.

"Where's the key? Let me go!"

"The key is with Alice."

Who is Alice?

Yaozai has no time to study.

It's too late, if Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou sees Mori Ogai.

Yaozai glanced at the vast light behind the heavy curtains, gritted his teeth, the red light in his eyes soared...

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